Friday, April 1, 2011

Stop Repeating Yourself. You Old Motherfucker. Your Skies Are Bad Enough. [He looks to the ground.] A Parody Is Better Than a Pun.

Please welcome today's guest DJ, blood brother Hamster, who sends this NSFW playlist! which I insist you listen to at work at full volume, motherfuckers.

I agree. Weirdest fucking days of our lives. Hope to see you Wednesday.

Hamster belongs to the exclusive group of three people who were both at my wedding almost twenty-two years ago and who read this shitty blog. The other two have to submit their playlists for this shitty blog's administrative thumbs-up or thumbs-down. Hamster can request any motherfucking song at any motherfucking time and I will motherfucking post it if I can motherfucking find it.

O! I agree with this too:

Peace, this is my favorite post ever Since The Last Until The Nest, a new word, STLUTN, pronounced as you please, may you be stlutned often in grace and with faith.

I think that sums things up except for the necessary poem (I was told I post poetry to bolster my bleggal authority, to which I say, Yeah, sure, that too) (and Hamster you're getting the Spicer for your birthday), PLUS our guest DJ has one more song.

FIVE POEMS FROM "HELEN: A REVISION"

Jack Spicer

Nothing is known about Helen but her voice

Strange glittering sparks

Lighting no fires but what is reechoed

Rechorded, set on the icy sea.

All history is one, as all the North Pole is one

Magnetic, music to play with, ice

That has had to do with vision

And each one of us, naked.

Partners. Naked.

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Helen: A Revision

ZEUS: It is to be assumed that I do not exist while most people in the vision assume that I do exist. This is to be one of the extents of meaning between the players and the audience. I have to talk like this because I am the lord of both kinds of sky—and I don't mean your sky and their sky because they are signs, I mean the bright sky and the burning sky. I have no intention of showing you my limits. The players in this poem are players. They have taken their parts not to deceive you [or me for that matter] but because they have been paid in love or coin to be players. I have known for a long time that there is not a fourth wall in a play. I am called Zeus and I know this.

THERSITES: [Running out on the construction of the stage.] The fourth wall is not as important as you think it is.

ZEUS: [Disturbed but carrying it off like a good Master of Ceremonial.] Thersites is involuntary. [He puts his arm around him.] I could not play a part if I were not a player.

THERSITES: Reveal yourself to me and don't pretend that there are people watching you. I am alone on the stage with you. Tell me the plot of the play.

ZEUS: [Standing away.] Don't try to talk if you don't have to. You must admit there is no audience. Everything is done for you.

THERSITES: Stop repeating yourself. You old motherfucker. Your skies are bad enough. [He looks to the ground.] A parody is better than a pun.